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You Belong to Me	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-You Belong to Me
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Summary: Voldie takes over the middle of Harry Potter's fifth year. Draco Malfoy played a large part in that, and was given several of his former classmates as slaves, including Harry. Now that Draco has Harry he will not give him up, and he has come up with a surprise for Harry to make his life a little better. Needless to say, Draco is rather pissed to find Harry in a compromising position with three of his other slaves.
Warnings: This has more violence than most of my other fics. It is a little angsty, I guess, and there is definitely some dubcon/noncon going on. I didn't mark this as a threesome fic bcz that part is mentioned only breifly and this truly is a Drarry. Not sure where this idea came from, but just read the warnings okay?
"When he walked into his sitting room and found Harry with one Weasel-twin’s cock in his ass, the other's cock in his mouth, and the Weaselette’s mouth around Harry’s cock, Draco was pissed."
In fifth year, just after the Christmas Holidays, Lord Voldemort attacked Hogwarts. His pretense at trying to get the prophecy had nicely distracted the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore was unprepared when the Death Eater’s swarmed his school; it was even more surprising that the attack came from inside the school itself. Within a few hours Voldemort’s forces had declared victory; Dumbledore’s magic had been bound, leaving him a helpless to do anything as he watched his precious students being herded into the Great Hall. Several Slytherins came to stand at the Head Table with Voldemort and the other Death Eater’s, and Dumbledore was saddened when he saw several members from the other three houses join them as well.
In his victory speech, Voldemort praised the Malfoy’s; Lucius and his son Draco had, together, figured out how to fix a vanishing cabinet that was hidden in the Room of Requirement and that allowed the Death Eater’s to infiltrate the school undetected. By holding the students hostage, Voldemort was easily able to overcome the ministry and declare himself ruler. The Dark Lord announced that under his rule all those who opposed him would be given as slaves to his supporters; as he had so much opposition, he decreed that Lucius and Draco could each have four slaves; Lucius gave his four to Draco, and so the fifteen year old Slytherin ended up with eight slaves. The four Weasely children were his, as was Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, and Harry Potter. Draco had had to argue to be allowed to keep Harry, and in the end it had only been Snape’s announcement that Harry was a horcrux which saved the boy from being killed. Dumbledore was not so lucky-or unlucky, depending on your point of view-and was executed in front of all the students and staff.
When he took his slaves home, Draco had to decide what to do with them. He had freed Longbottom after obtaining a loyalty oath, and gave Lovegood into his keeping. He had fucked the Mudblood a few times in front of the Weasel, just to watch him turn colors and shout out his anger, and he had then defiled the Weasel in turn, reveling in his humiliation. After a few months, however, he had tired of them and assigned them chores around the manor, forbidding them from touching anyone other than each other.
The twin Weasel’s Draco had used once or twice, and then left them alone except for when he was particularly angry, and the girl Weasel was vastly unattractive-once he discovered she had already lost her virginity he lost all interest in her.
Harry, however, Draco took his time with. He didn’t take him right away, but instead taunted him with stories of what his friends were being forced to endure. He punished the brunet for every slight against him-real or imagined-since they had first met in Madam Malkins. Then, after six months, he bound Harry to the bed after punishing him and proceeded to drive him ad with lust; it had felt good to finally break the Golden Boy, but Harry didn’t remain broken, and soon Draco came to admire him. He still punished the other boy at times, but he also gave him pleasure and allowed him to visit with whatever friends were in the manor. After two years he never tired of Harry, and despaired of having to share him with another or let him go when he was eventually forced to marry.
Luckily, Draco and Severus had been working on a secret project, and the potion only needed two weeks to finish brewing. Draco was busy during those two weeks, altering documents and making sure everything was in order, and did not take Harry to his bed during that time. He would surprise him when the two weeks was up, and then perhaps Harry would finally believe that he had no desire to get rid of him.
Needless to say, when he walked into his sitting room at the end of the two weeks and found Harry with one Weasel-twin’s cock in his ass, the other Weasel-twin’s cock in his mouth, and the Weaslette’s mouth around Harry’s cock, Draco was pissed. He quickly separated the quartet and cast crucio on each of the Weasel’s; when Harry tried to interfere he blasted the brunet into the wall and then crucioed the three red-head’s once more before summoning a house elf and ordering the three to be locked in the dungeons until he came up with an appropriate punishment. Harry pulled himself to his feet just after the house elf vanished with his friends, and he charged at Draco, who was able to quickly grab his arm and slam him into the wall.
“Very stupid, Potter,” Draco said, “You know you can’t attack me; your bindings prevent that. Now, what were you doing with those three Muggle-lover’s?”
“What did it look like?” Harry demanded, struggling against the blond’s hold, “You were busy and I was horny so I invited them over for an orgy. It’s not like you really care. Ow!”
“Oh, I care alright,” Draco’s voice was soft and dangerous, “You should know by now, Harry, I don’t share well. You had been doing so well recently, but it looks like you need a punishment. Come along, Potter.” Draco pulled the struggling boy into the bedroom; as they approached the desk Harry managed to elbow Draco in the stomach, further infuriating the blond.
“That’s it,” Draco growled, slamming Harry into the desk; he pressed the brunet’s head into the hard wood, and then bound the boys hands behind his back with a spell, “I was just going to give you a few lashes, but now I have something different in mind; I have something to teach you a lesson and remind you just who it is you belong to.”
“Fuck off, Malfoy!” Harry spat, still struggling even though his hand were helplessly bound.
“Oh, there will definitely be some fucking going on,” Draco promised in a dangerous whisper as he divested both himself and Harry of their clothes, “Just remember-you brought this upon yourself.” Draco sat down in the desk chair, pulling Harry with him. He quickly used a small amount of lubricant on his cock, but didn’t offer any further preparation as he forced the struggling Gryffindor to straddle his lap. With hand on either side of Harry’s waist he forced the slighter boy down and watched as Harry’s face scrunched in pain, his mouth opening in a silent scream as Draco’s thick length pushed up into him.
“No!” Harry whimpered, trying to twist away, “Malfoy! Ow! That-I’m not ready! Stop!” Harry felts tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he was forced to take more of Draco’s cock in his tight hole.
“No,” Draco said tightly, struggling to penetrate Harry at a steady pace rather than simply shove into him, “Punishment, remember?” Harry continued struggling, but all that did was work Draco further inside him; his muscles remained tense, causing the pain to be excruciating. “It would hurt less if you just relaxed,” Draco reminded him, grunting as he was finally fully seated inside that tight heat, “You already know you can’t fight me, so why do you persist?”
“I can fight you, and I will fight you!” Harry growled, struggling to rise off the cock buried deeply inside him, “I will never give into you Malfoy!” Draco allowed him to rise up some before tightening his grip on Harry’s waist and forcing him back down, and the same time thrust his own hips up. Harry’s body arched with pain, and his chest heaved with the effort of restraining his screams. Draco, however, would not be satisfied until he had the brunet screaming, either from pleasure…or, if he still refused to give in, pain. He used his hands on Harry’s waist to move the smaller boy up and down on his cock, the pace he set too fast for Harry’s body to be able to easily adjust. Harry had his face scrunched up in pain, and he was biting down on his bottom lip to stop from crying out; soft whimpers still made their way through, but Draco wanted more and so he quickly leaned forward and harshly bit down on one erect nipple, finally wrenching a scream from Harry as the brunet increased his struggles. The more he tried to pull away the harder Draco bit down, until Harry finally remained still. Draco had stilled his thrusting for the moment and, now that Harry was still, wrapped one hand around the other boys limp cock, and he used the other one on Harry’s back to keep the brunet from moving away as he continued to abuse the nipple in his mouth. When he finally drew back there was an imprint of Draco’s teeth all around that nub, and blood began to fill the wounds. Smiling at his handiwork, Draco turned his attention to the other nipple, biting down softly at first and then increasing the pressure until Harry let out a low hiss of pain; when Harry tried to turn away again Draco bit down harder, pleased with the scream his actions caused. He drew away again after a moment and lifted his head to see tears were streaking down Harry’s face. Draco leant up to lick the tears, moving his hand from Harry’s back up to his neck so that he could hold him in place as he continued to lap up the tears. For some reason, this gentle action brought even more tears, and Draco slowly began to stroke Harry’s cock, squeezing gently as he worked on bringing his lover to full hardness.
“Please,” Harry whispered, “Don’t…”
“So beautiful,” Draco said, licking and nibbling at Harry’s ear, “You never look more beautiful than when you are experiencing strong emotions-fear, anger, defiance, joy…no matter what emotion you are feeling it makes your eyes shine bright as emeralds. Your embarrassed blush, your tears of pain…all make you look even more beautiful.”
“Stop,” Harry protested weakly, shaking his head as if to deny the words, “You can’t…you don’t…I hate it when you speak to me as if I matter to you!” He had his eyes firmly closed as he struggled not to react to the gentle grip around his cock, but he could feel it filling out, and he knew Malfoy could as well.
“But you do mean something to me, Harry,” Draco said, fingers tightening in dark locks as he forced the brunet to look at him, “If you meant nothing to me, then I never would have fought so hard to make you mine; I went against my father and faced the Dark Lords wrath for you. If you meant nothing to me, I wouldn’t care that you were letting that red-headed whore suck your cock while the twin Weasels fucked you from both ends.”
“You just-ah! That feels…you just don’t like to share,” Harry was having a hard time forming coherent thoughts, much less sentences, as Draco’s grip became firmer, stroking him to full arousal.
“Mmm, true,” Draco breathed against his lips, “I don’t like sharing my toys, but that is only for the first month or so; I let the Weasel and the Mudblood have each other, didn’t I? And I even freed Longbottom so he can have Luna. Have I ever given anyone permission to touch you?”
“N-no.”
“And have I ever given you permission to allow someone else to touch you?”
“No,” Harry responded again, thrusting into the hand on his cock; the cock in his ass wasn’t nearly as painful now, and he found himself painfully aroused.
“Then why did I catch you having a threesome with the Weasel’s?” Draco demanded, and Harry whimpered as the grip tightened painfully.
“It-it had been two weeks,” Harry replied, “I thought you were done with me, and they offered…Ow!” Harry cried out as Draco pulled his head back and bit down on his collar bone, leaving another bloody imprint of his teeth. “Malfoy! Stop!”
“I will not stop,” Draco hissed, “You are mine Potter-you will always be mine, and you will never again touch or be touched by anyone else. Do you know why I left you alone for two weeks? Do you?”
“I-I don’t-ow! Fuck, Malfoy!” Draco bit at his collar bone again, and the grip around his cock tightened once more.
“I left you alone because I was arranging something special for you,” Draco growled, “And it required you to be untouched for two weeks.” He released Harry’s cock and forced the brunet to look at him. “Now, tell me the truth Harry; did you cum, or did any of them cum in you before I arrived?”
“No,” Harry replied, “We-we had barely gotten started.”
“Good,” Draco smirked, “Then my present is not useless after all.” Draco tugged Harry towards him, trapping the brunet against him with one arm while he reached for something on the desk with his other. “Ah, here we are.” He loosened his grip enough to allow Harry to sit back some, and held up a vial of green potion. “Severus and I have been working on this potion for two years-ever since the Dark Lord’s return. We are finally satisfied that it is not lethal, and you shall be the first consort to have the privilege of drinking it.”
“Wh-what is it?” Harry asked warily; he’d never seen a potion quite that shade of green before.
“That would ruin the surprise,” Draco arched one pale eyebrow, “Now; drink.” He uncorked the vial and held it to Harry’s lips; the brunet hesitated for only a moment, then closed his eyes and tilted his head back, obediently swallowing the potion that Draco poured down his throat. Surprisingly, it tasted of apples.
“Very good,” Draco praised, raining soft kisses down Harry’s throat before tilting his head so that he could capture Harry’s lips in a passionate kiss. Harry squirmed as he felt the potion heat his insides until it felt like his blood was on fire, and he whimpered into the kiss. “It seems the potion is working,” Draco murmured against his lips, “Not much time left;” He transferred his hands back down to Harry’s waist and began moving the brunet over his cock again, thrusting up at the same time that he pulled Harry down and causing the other boy to cry out at the force of the thrusts.
Harry was once again squirming, but not to get away this time; the thrusting just felt so good…and then Draco hit that spot and Harry threw his head back, crying out in pleasure as Draco continued to fuck him. The blond eventually decided he needed more leverage, and pulled Harry off his cock, smirking at the cry of negation as he pressed the brunet into the desk; he pulled Harry’s legs over his shoulders and thrust back in that tight hole, quickly setting a brutal pace that Harry none-the less loved, if his cries of “More; please! Don’t stop Draco!” were anything to go by.
Draco, of course, had no intention of stopping and continued to pound into the willing body beneath him, admiring the way Harry’s back was arched with his hands bound behind him as they were. He leaned forward to lick at the bloody imprints he had previously left on Harry’s chest, knowing and pleased with the fact that this position would be even more uncomfortable for Harry; this was still punishment, after all. He pulled back up after a few moments and began stroking Harry’s cock in time with his thrusts, drawing his wand with his free hand and placing it against the brunet’s thigh.
“Who do you belong to Harry?” Draco demanded, squeezing tightly as he witnessed the tell-tale signs of Harry’s impending orgasm.
“Y-you,” Harry whimpered, “I-I belong to you, Draco!”
“Very good,” Draco praised him, angling his wand, “Now cum; cum for me Harry!” Harry helplessly obeyed the command, arching his back as his orgasm overcame him. He vaguely heard Draco chanting a spell, but was unable to make out any words, and seconds later it didn’t matter anyway, as he felt the blond stiffen above him, filling Harry with his seed. The heat in Harry’s blood had faded slightly, but he still felt uncomfortable in his skin. He wanted to ask the blond about the potion again, but before he had a chance Draco was pulling out of him and, in nearly the same movement, inserting something else into his hole. Harry thought nothing of it at first, having long ago gotten used to Draco filling him with a plug so that his cum didn’t leak out of Harry, but then the thing inside him began to burn.
“Ow! Malfoy! What-?”
“It’s a ginger root,” Harry could hear the self-satisfied smirk in Malfoy’s voice, “It is both a continuation of your punishment, and an accelerator for the potion you drank. Now, I believe twenty lashes should be sufficient to remind you of whom your ass belongs to, don’t you?”
“Take it out!” Harry cried, squirming at the discomfort, “It burns!”
“It’s supposed to,” Draco replied, “Heat is necessary for the potion to work properly. Now, legs up.” Harry reluctantly allowed Draco to push his legs up until they were completely vertical, at which point a spell was used to keep them in place. Draco then walked away for a moment, and when he returned there was no warning before Harry heard the sharp crack of a whip and felt the cruel bite of leather on the backs of his thighs. He tightened his muscles in response and then gasped as the burn from the ginger root increased. He immediately relaxed his muscles, but another lash of the whip had him tensing again, and Harry struggled to get away.
“Stop!” He gasped, “I can’t-no more!” He cried out at the next lash across his creamy globes.
“This whining is getting rather tiresome,” Draco informed him, “You have seventeen more to go and I wish for you to remain silent for the duration; if you make another sound without my permission I will gag you and your punishment will be doubled, understand?”
“But that’s not-ow!” Harry’s protest was halted by another lash from the whip.
“That was your final warning Potter,” Draco said, “Not another sound.” Draco didn’t wait for a response, but gave two more lashes, and Harry couldn’t stop from crying out at the pain. “You just never learn, do you?” Draco sounded exasperated, but Harry knew he delighted in having another excuse to punish him. The whip was placed on Harry’s taut stomach as Draco moved towards the toy chest once more, this time coming back with a locking ball gag. The gag was large enough that, once inserted, Harry’s tongue would be pressed flat and he would be unable to make any noise other than a muffled moan; he absolutely hated this gag, but he knew better than to fight as Draco instructed him to lift his head and the gag was firmly secured with a padlock. He did, however, give the blond a glare which promised a long, slow, painful death.
“You really are gorgeous like this,” was Draco’s response as he trailed gentle fingers across Harry’s unmarred face; the lightning bolt scar was the only mark on Harry’s face, and Draco seldom even slapped him as he much preferred to mark other areas of the brunet’s body. He let his fingers trail down Harry’s neck to the bite marks on his collarbone, delighting in the small shivers his touch produced. He pressed on the marks and Harry tried to arch away from the pain, so Draco instead trailed his fingers down to the pert nipples, pinching and twisting them until those green eyes were once again bright with unshed tears.
He had originally planned to be gentle with Harry this night, in light of the potion he was giving him, but catching him with the three Weasel’s…well, it had infuriated him; Draco knew that Harry would have never been with him if given a choice, and so he had been thrilled when the Dark Lord’s takeover in the middle of fifth year had allowed him the chance to take Harry as his own. Being the son of Voldemort’s right hand man, Draco had been able to select several prisoners for his harem; he originally had all four of the Weasley’s that were still in school, Longbottom, Granger, and Loony. Having little interest in Granger and Ron aside from seeing their humiliation, Draco had had his way with each a few times before quickly tiring of them and sending them elsewhere in the manor, giving them permission to “sully one another” as long as they didn’t touch anyone else without his permission. Longbottom, he held a grudging respect for; no longer the incompetent fool from their first year together, Longbottom had become magically gifted and showed a keen intelligence. Draco had no carnal interest in him however, and so he made a deal; he would free Longbottom if he signed a binding contract to be loyal to Draco. In return, he would release Luna Lovegood into Longbottom’s keeping, with the condition that she was not to be set free. Longbottom had, of course, agreed-the other option had been for him to watch as Theo Nott took his pleasure with the flighty Ravenclaw.
Draco had chosen Harry as his favorite, and the brunet was the one he most often used, however he kept the other three Weasel’s for three purposes; one, when he was exceptionally angry he could take it out on the twins before coming to Harry, two, if need be he could use the Weaslette to get heirs, thus freeing him from having to marry Pansy, and three, it gave Harry someone to talk to when Draco had no time for him. Now, however, he realized that it had not been a good idea to keep them around; the three had already been sent to the dungeons the moment he had walked in to see them corrupting his Harry, and by tomorrow afternoon they would be sent away from his manor. Harry was his and his alone, and after tonight everyone would know that.
Coming out of his thoughts, Draco saw Harry looking at him curiously, concern in those emerald eyes; it brought a smile to his face.
“You have come to care for me, haven’t you Harry?” Harry shook his head quickly in denial, but Draco just laughed, “Yes, you have. You didn’t agree to play with the Weasel’s because you were bored or horny; you thought I had grown tired of you and wanted to make me jealous. Why else would you have encouraged them to take you in the sitting room, just before you knew I was due home?” A dark flush suffused Harry’s features and he turned his face away, refusing to look at Draco any longer. “Don’t worry-by this time tomorrow everyone will know that you belong to me. What you did was still disobedient, however in light of your reasons…I will merely add an additional ten lashes.” Having said this Draco picked up the whip and once again took his position; the blow landed immediately, and Harry jerked in his bonds.
“That was seven, I believe,” Draco said, “So with the added ten you now have twenty-three remaining.” Draco quickly set in to make Harry’s ass as red as possible; there would be no healing charms allowed, as he wanted his slave to remember this everytime he sat down. Finally, it was over, and he looked up to see that Harry’s eyes were screwed shut in pain.
“Does the root still burn, love?” Draco asked softly, and Harry nodded, “Is it as bad as before?” Harry hesitated a moment and then shook his head. “Very well; I shall have to remove it.” Harry sagged in relief as the root was removed, then let out a silent gasp behind his gag as a fresh root was inserted. Harry voiced muffled protests behind his gag as the slight burning sensation increased once more.
“That should last long enough,” Draco said, “Don’t worry love; your punishment is over-the root is simply needed to make sure the potion reaches its full potency.” Harry squirmed in his bonds; if the punishment was over, surely Draco would untie him now.
“No, not just yet,” Draco chuckled, “It is far too enjoyable to see you like this. I will, however, release your legs.” Draco cancelled the spell keeping his legs up, and as Harry relaxed the blond pushed his legs apart, maneuvering the chair so that he was sitting between Harry’s spread legs. He pulled Harry towards the edge of the desk, and immediately engulfed his captive’s cock. Harry arched his back, but Draco’s firm grip on his thighs kept him from thrusting up as he wanted to. Draco hummed around him, and Harry felt the heat coiling in his nether regions-then Draco pulled away, Harry’s angry shouts muffled by the gag. Draco responded by pinching his thigh, and then he slowly began licking up Harry’s shaft, swirling his tongue around the top and pressing into his oozing slit.
“You love this, don’t you?” Draco teased, blowing a puff of warm air across the tip, and Harry nodded; “Do you want to cum?” Harry’s nods became more fervent, as he tried to thrust into that waiting warmth. “You know, when you cum it’s going to burn even more,” Draco mentioned offhandedly, as he licked another stripe down Harry’s cock, “All those contractions as you find your release…yes, I believe that should be just enough to release the juice from the ginger root and...” He trailed off, and then continued; “Now, before I let you cum…you know you belong to me.” It wasn’t a question, but Harry nodded anyway. “You will never again allow someone else to touch you without my express permission, and you will never again touch someone else unless I command you to do so.” Harry nodded again. “After tonight some things will change, but you will always submit to me when we are in our private rooms.” Harry looked confused now, but still nodded. “Never forget that you are mine, Harry Potter.” With that said Draco once again took Harry’s erection into his mouth, this time using one hand to fondle his balls while the other kept him from thrusting up. Harry could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching again, and as it did he felt the slight burning in his backside intensify. He squirmed at the different sensations, moaning incoherently into his gag, and then his breath held, his body stiffened-and he was Cumming, harder than he had ever cum before. He felt his ass clench around the ginger root, but it was secondary to the amazing pleasure he felt as his vision whited out.
When he came back to himself, Harry found that he was on the bed and the gag had been removed, but his arms were still bound and there was still a slight burning sensation inside his ass.
“Draco?” He whispered hoarsely, turning his head to see grey eyes watching him, “What are you doing?”
“Waiting for you to apologize,” came the calm reply.
“Oh,” Harry said, “I’m sorry. I know I deserved punishment-although I think that stupid root was extremely sadistic, speaking of which, can you remove it now?” Draco chuckled as he spread Harry’s legs and removed the root, tossing it negligently to the side, then gestured for the brunet to continue. “Right; I should have spoken to you instead of acting like I did, and I just hope you don’t punish the others because it was all my idea.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Draco snorted, “You may believe it was your idea, but I’m sure it was planted there; all three of them have wanted you for years. So, they will be punished-they knew better than to touch you-and I am going to send them elsewhere to live. And before you protest,” Harry snapped his mouth shut, “I will choose their new owners carefully. Now, you previously wished to know what the potion was that you took correct?”
“Erm, yes,” Harry said, confused by the change in topics, “When are you going to untie me?”
“After I tell you what you need to know and I am certain you won’t try to attack me,” Draco replied, “I’d hate to have to punish you again so soon, and you may not take to this news very well.” Harry sat up, glaring down at the blond.
“Malfoy-what did you do to me?” Harry demanded, “What was that potion?”
“That,” Draco said, sitting up as well, “Was a male fertility potion.” Harry frowned; he didn’t see why he would get mad about that-a lot of male wizards used them when they were trying for children. “However, Severus and I were able to adapt it. Do you remember the first time you came tonight?”
“Yes,” Harry said slowly, “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Did you happen to notice the spell I said?” Harry’s eyes narrowed, and Draco’s smirk widened in return, “The spell made it so that when you reached your orgasm, your seed ended up inside your body, along with mine.”
“Get to the bloody point already, Malfoy!” Harry growled; he had a queasy feeling in his stomach and knew that whatever Draco had done was going to-once more-change his life forever; he’d rather find out what it was so he could deal with it.
“Very well,” Draco sniffed, “The potion was a very potent combination of a male fertility potion, and a pregnancy potion. It took two years, but Severus and I were finally able to alter the normal pregnancy potion so that it would allow wizards to get pregnant; the fertility potion is added to it because it is the only way to ensure that the pregnancy takes, and heat in the anal cavity is also necessary for a successful pregnancy.”
“So, you’re telling me that you gave me a male pregnancy potion?” Harry summarized, very calmly; Draco nodded, smirking in a very self-satisfied way, “And now I’m pregnant?”
“I did the test while you were basking in the afterglow,” Draco confirmed.
“I’m going to kill you!” Harry cried, lunging towards Draco; with his arms still bound there wasn’t much he could do, and Draco soon had him pinned to the bed.
“Let me go!” Harry yelled, struggling for all he was worth, “You slimy, sneaky, Slytherin git! Let me go so I can hex your balls off! You are never coming near my body again, and when you let me go I will make you regret this!” The threats went on in the same vein for nearly twenty minutes before Harry tired himself out, finally laying still beneath the blond gazing at him in fondness.
“Now that you have calmed down, perhaps you are willing to listen to me?” Harry was still glaring at Draco, but gave a small nod. “Good; as you are aware, Father and the Dark Lord have been after me for some time to marry and provide an heir. They wanted me to marry either Pansy or one of the Greengrass girls, which I would normally have no problem with, but all of my potential brides either want me to get rid of you, or share you with them.” Harry nodded again to show that he was listening. “Well, as we have already discussed, you are mine and I refuse to share. Severus and I have been working on this potion for a long time now, and it occurred to me that the Malfoy Heir Contract only has two conditions for a potential partner: first, the partner must be either a Pure-blood or a half-blood whose Pure-blood parent comes from an old line-the Potter family certainly fits that requirement. The second condition is that the partner must be able to give me an heir. This potion means that not only can I keep you, but now I will never have to worry about sharing you with some stupid bint.”
“Your father won’t like it,” Harry pointed out, “And neither will…your Lord.”
“My Lord will not care,” Draco replied, “And my father will understand once I explain to him how powerful our children will be. Also, now that you meet the criteria for my spouse, your status in public will improve; you will still be submissive to me-it will be in our marriage contract-but you will have slightly more freedom.”
“You’re just assuming I’m going to agree to marry you,” Harry said, “What if I say no?”
“You can’t,” Draco smirked, “Until we sign that contract you are still my slave, and you have to do as I command. Besides, you won’t say no, will you?” Draco cupped his face, gently stroking his cheek and Harry sighed at the sensation.
“Of course I won’t say no, you git,” he replied, “But I do expect you to ask me properly at some point, and to get me a ring; if you’re making me to be the wife then I expect to get the perks as well.”
“So you admit that you love me?”
“I-I never said that,” Harry said nervously, “I mean, I-” He closed his eyes and sighed, before opening them and locking gazes with Draco. “Yes; don’t ask me how-or why-but somehow over this past year I’ve come to love you.” Draco leaned down to capture Harry’s lips in a passionate kiss, and the bindings keeping his arms behind his back finally vanished; luckily magic had kept him from losing feeling in them so he was easily able to reach up and wrap them around Draco’s neck.
“For the record,” Draco whispered as he pulled back a bit, “I love you too, Harry.” He leaned back in for one more brief kiss before rolling off the bed and extending a hand to his current-slave-and-soon-to-be-husband. “Come on; let’s get dressed so we can go shock my father.” Harry couldn’t help but laugh at that as he allowed Draco to pull him out of the bed and lead him towards the bathroom.
“I think we should tell your mother first,” He countered, “It couldn’t hurt to have her on our side, and I’ve heard her talk about wanting grandchildren often enough.”
“Hm, good point,” Draco conceded, turning on the shower, “I’ll call Severus too; he’ll be able to help explain about the potion. For now, though, I find that I have a problem I need you to take care of for me, Slave.” Draco pulled Harry under the spray of warm water and pressed his erection into Harry’s thigh.
“My pleasure, Master,” Harry replied with a grin, and quickly sank to his knees as he set about taking care of Draco’s problem; when this first began he swore he’d never want the Slytherin, but now he couldn’t imagine living without him…he’d have to remember to thank Snape for following up on his promise to create a male pregnancy potion; the dour man would no doubt be thrilled to discover that he had contributed to Harry’s happiness. Harry was brought out of his thoughts as a harsh grip in his hair pulled him to his feet, and then he was pressed against the cold tile as Draco quickly impaled him. Harry cried out in pleasure; yes, things had worked out just fine…
AN: Not entirely sure where the idea for this one came from; it’s just a short oneshot, and at this time I have no plans for a sequel. It’s got more…well, I guess it’s got a bit more violence than my normal fics, but it just insisted on being written. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed!
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